“…… Good. ”

The wind and snow are lingering, and the deep courtyard is bleak and cold.

I don't know how long it took, the young man smiled dumbly, and said softly: "Since the master wants to drive Yun Xiao away, the disciple has no scruples, only last...... With the master again, do your filial piety. ”

With a word, he reached out and tapped the woman's acupoint.

The person who woke up after sleeping on the couch for several days was defenseless, and a burst of pain rushed through his body, and he lost his strength in an instant, and it was difficult to move again.

The originally pale and colorless face was even more pale, and his breath was steep and weak. "You ......"

The man in Tsing Yi took the untouched porridge in her hand, and the look of determination flashed in his eyes. Reaching out and breaking the woman's jaw, the man on the couch was forced to open his mouth.

"After today, you and I are not masters and apprentices, and before tomorrow, please forgive Xiao'er for being unfilial. ”

After saying a word, he scooped up the bowl of vegetarian porridge filled with light gray powder and poured it into the woman's mouth without saying anything.

The next moment, he reached out to hold the woman's jaw and forced her to swallow.

A bitter and salty taste permeated the mouth, from the tongue coating to the internal organs to the limbs.

Duanmu Xiaoxian fought all over his body, and his unfocused eyes were unconsciously filled with water vapor, condensed into dew, and slid down the corners of his eyes.

A very faint fragrance lingered, faintly familiar, fleeting, and the person on the couch did not have time to react, and his stomach churned and he wanted to vomit.

The hand in Tsing Yi clamped on her jaw and never let go, her fingers trembled coldly and slightly, and she said hoarsely at the moment: "If Master dares to spit it out, I will kill the second person and burn the second bowl of ashes!"

Duanmu Immortal's ten fingers also trembled, his empty eyes facing him, and slowly closed, a dead silence.

Yun Xiao watched her slowly swallow the porridge in her mouth.

His eyes were hot, and he fed the porridge from the bowl into her mouth spoonful by spoonful.

"Why...... Do you want to do this?" She closed her eyes and trembled, and a tear trail ran down her forehead again, wetting her sideburns silently.

Yun Xiao's hand holding the spoon kept shaking, and water splashed down on the blank spoon, causing a very light and subtle splash. No one can see it.

He slowly put down the empty bowl in his hand, and raised his lips with only a sad smile.

……

A thick mist wafted through the room.

The Yuanhuo lava lamp reflected the snowflakes flying and dancing wildly outside the window, swaying and falling.

Throwing a handful of dust dust into the floating herbs in the bath bucket, Yun Xiao turned his head to look at the man.

The white clothes are cold.

Sideburns blowing snow.

Tranquility with eyes closed.

The soft candle flame smeared on her calm countenance, which was both gentle and indifferent.

Infinite hesitation and trance suddenly arose in my heart.

As if it had never come closer.

As if it won't be far away.

He has always stood behind her, listened to her teachings, remembered her advice, looked at her back, and restrained his words and deeds.

Does he feel pain?

Suffering.

Does he feel happy?

Happiness.

I just always thought that this life would pass like this......

It's not bad.

I just keep hoping that this life will pass like this......

It's not bad.

But life is too short and too long.

I can't get rid of you, I can't understand, I can't give up, I can't give up.

Leaning over and touching his forehead, he looked at her, and looked at her alone, without saying a word. Eyes are closed.

I can't ask for it, I don't dare to ask for it, I can't bear to ask for it.

And can't let go, can't see through, can't be reluctant.

Reluctant.

Reluctant.

Turning around, he carried the woman into the bathtub, and slid off the couch in white.

She motionlessly allowed the young man to untie the girdle around her waist and pick her up, and placed her in a blood-invigorating bath.

The eyes that opened and closed flashed with surprise and surprise.

Yun Xiao did not shy away from waiting by the side, putting in the medicinal herbs and adding hot water.

The two sat opposite each other, let the water vapor be light and thin, surrounded by mist, and neither spoke.

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the corner of the woman's eyes with his fingers, wiping away the tears that the woman had shed earlier.

"Master...... Who taught you to cry?" he muttered in a low voice, "Brother May?"

The wind is cold and the snow is raging, and the night is desolate.

She followed his voice and had to remember.

The man had stood outside the window, on the branches, and said coldly:

"Since the first time I met, my son has never seen Duanmu Sect Master crying, laughing and moving. ”

The lights were as scrambling as the day, silent.

"You can cry and laugh to be a human being. Will you?"

There was a pain in her heart, and in an instant, she suddenly stared ahead. Empty eyes.

Unconsciously, a low laugh sounded, and the person in front of him suddenly approached.

Duanmu woke up, and his heart suddenly shook.

……

"Do you know that your little apprentice has other thoughts on you?"

……

The blood on the faces of the people who could not move in the water was stained by the heat, and only in an instant, they were suddenly purified.

"Xiao'er. She felt his breath close at hand, almost no more than a centimeter, and her eyes trembled uncontrollably, and she called out to the young man in some horror.